A little more than three months later...
Death. The word rang in her ears every second of every day. She felt as if she were dead. How long has she been in this basement again? Her eyes trailed to the wall. Every day since she had woken up, she had etched a marking onto the wall. Thus far, she had 98 markings. It had been at least three months. Each day, she wished to find her way out to no avail. Perhaps she was as weak as everyone thought. Perhaps all she was was a nuisance. Perhaps Astrid did not even miss her. Who /could/ miss her? Felix. Felix would surely miss her. He would want her to be strong; he would want her to find her way out—find her way back to him. She couldn't give up. She mustn't, because Felix needed her. Felix loved her. She inspected the shackles. There was a weak link in the chains. If only she could break that free. If only...Her eyes trailed around the room, finally resting on a hammer off to the side; it lied on the table only a few inches away from her. Perfect, if only she could reach it. If she were to count all the "if onlys" she had thought of throughout her years, it would add up to the amount of days she had spent there. Ninety-eight. She hoped not to make it a ninety-nine. Reaching out with her fingertips, she attempted to grasp the hammer. The end brushed her rough fingertips; the nails were bitten to the quip. Eventually, she made contact with the hammer and held it between her fingers. With that, she reared back and hit at the weak link. It took twenty tries before it finally caved and the chain fell to the ground. Relief surged through her as she pulled herself to her numb legs. They were barely cooperative, but this mere fact did not matter. She could go for a nice long shower to rid of the grime that covered her body; though, that could wait. Felix wouldn't mind what she looked like as long as he knew she was alive. "I'm coming Felix. I'm coming."
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The amount of effort it required to limp down the street was quite appalling. Her limps refused to work; her legs were as sturdy as limp noodles—so hardly sturdy at all. The only relief that filled her was the sound of blaring music and sirens farther off. Though she knew she should have went to the police, she couldn't quite stop herself from heading towards the party. What if Felix was present? She couldn't help herself from at least trying. As she reached the window, she peered inside; her heart swelled when she noticed Felix. Though, it fell the moment she saw the look on his face. He appeared drained, depressed, un-Felix-like. She wanted nothing more than to rush in there and tug him in a hug. Yet, in amidst of her thoughts, she had lost Felix. He had disappeared into the crowd. She rounded the house to another window. Once more she found Felix. However, her heart dropped as she noticed him kissing another person; on closer inspection, she recognized her as Maddie—aka the well-known, popular girl of the century. Confusion and pain ranged across her face; it was obvious that Felix had moved on. Moved on from her. Piper's last array of hope was lost. No one had missed her after all. Her thoughts were a coursing storm, and all she was certain of was that she had to get out of there. She turned and rushed off. Her eyes blurred with tears; the tears washed clean paths down her ashen face. She only made it into the ominous forest in the dead of night before she tripped over a rotten, fallen limb and blacked out into abyss.
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Felix sat on the couch of some person's house. He wasn't really sure whose house it was, but he didn't ask. He had just agreed with Noah. It took him quite a while to integrate back into society after the games. He was bullied a bit for what all had happened, but every step of the way, Josh, Peyton, Noah, Maddie, and even Astrid were there for him whenever he needed someone. He was more than lucky to have them. From time to time, he would think of Piper and her smile. All the jokes she would make. Even though he was with Maddie, he still felt pain for losing her. The reason why he looked so sad was because he was terrified that Maddie had been caught by her older brother while trying to go to the party. He started looking for her, and when he found her, eh was more than happy. He kissed her and hugged her, not caring that people were looking. "You look so nice tonight!" he said, smiling a bit. It seemed that when she snuck out, she dressed a bit more racy, and he loved it. "Let's see if we can find anyone we know," he said. He had an odd feeling that someone was watching him, but he had become accustomed to the feeling considering that everyone watched him. He could never understand why they did. Leon sighed a bit, looking out the window from his house. He didn't live in a suburban area, but he was close enough to another house that he could hear the loud music, and considering that he had work the next morning, he needed his sleep. He started to walk over to the house to ask for them to kindly tone the party down, but as he was almost to the house, he tripped over something. After getting up, he realized that it was a body! Wait, the girl was still alive. He could only guess that she was from the party. He picked her up, and oddly enough, he didn't smell any alcohol on her. So maybe he was completely wrong about her being from the party. She looked like she hit her heard on something. He took her back to his house, setting her on his bed and tucking her head before inspecting the small wound on her head.